The Engagement

ling over our own grandmother," Violet said to Va

en so far and flew all the way to meet her to do that." They had tri

painstakingly written by hand, but nothing

heir cabin. And I am telling you, Val, that I have a ton of questions to ask our grandmother, most of them controversial. I am not going home with

rarest of its kind in the surrounding towns and their grandparents loved it. So did the neighbors who chose to live their lives the way

trip though,"

olet said as they climbed the stairs to the front

Black hair, blue eyes, light dresses and sandals-just how their grandmother

the monitor by the door. The monitor soun

to Valerie who did a

ame t

loud voice from the inside announced their presence in a voice that

aid, closing her ey

really," Valerie groaned. "It can be h

door opened and their grandmother's beam

tting incessantly about their journey as

life," Violet said, dropping on the coach. "We have to find out

f such things. I would not have them if the police did not insist. Insurance

ed out, jumping to their fee

less modern things and it had fascinated the twins while growing up. Their grandparents filled it wi

ll the same after many years. Perhaps it was the fact that their grandparents we

on an old stove to heat water. Really, their grandparents' house and e

yes still had that glow in them as though she was fascinated with everything they lay upon. Her small frame had a slight st

ramp?" ask

in the park. He shall be back in a while

more into the stories she and her sister had be

them with a knowing smile. "

it is about," Violet said in a

few cookies from that jar," she

eshly baked cookies, dropping them in a bowl. They patiently waite

er in them once

to the living room. Their grandmother followed while Violet procee

the old coffee table. Valerie sipped her tea as her twin sister

d a warm smiled spread across her

favorite?" Valerie as

, de

r and mystery and some cra

ckled, taking the boo

der distant history? Are the holes real? Can they really live like they do down there with their gowns and carriages and crop plantations?" Violet leaned forward, her eyes eager. "Or is it just all your imagination? Like you just wrote them in a creative way to narrate a different story that happened here, aboveground? Does the

nts and everything history, Valerie knew, from the look on their grandmother's face, that they would not get the answer rig

fore I tell my story? I have not talked about them for quite a while. I am quite certain your grandf

owed her sister as she said, "

ona Trilby's eyes

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